Lune verse

the moon made me do it 🌙️

[vomitingwords]

But suddenly,

I realized

that I’ve built

the strongest

wall.

That no one

can break it,

unless I let it

fall.

Am I invulnerable? //ma.c.a

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im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

[fairytales-arent-real-here]

[luneverse-blog]

Maybe as you thought a perfect scene,

The achromatic clouds appeal to your eyes my dear,

But behind the puffs, dusk blanket conceal

A gloomy soul, beautiful but cold

And out of reach.

°am

[poemswords]

[luneverse-blog]

She's not heartless, she's just using her heart less.

She learned the hardest way. So if you think that you made her cry, think twice my dear. You, a mere boy cannot hurt her calloused heart for she takes control and stomp emotions like bugs.

And by that time you realized everything and came crawling back, don't worry. She will simply shove all your filthy promises back to your lungs and force you to breathe out your own lies.

°am

[luneverse-blog]

Whenever I look at the spaces of my hand,

I remember the gaps you used to fill in

°am

[luneverse-blog]

That sudden knock

On her cold arid heart

Was never a warm greeting

Nor a triumphant offering

But a nightmare masked

in sleek white, it shimmers

With dagger straightly aimed

ready for a fatal blow.

°am

[jericosilvers]

[alex-a-roman]

Alone in the crowd

Every night begins to look the same:

The agony, the nightmares and fights I never won

Misdiagnosed as sane

You missed the times I bled

Afraid to sleep through my darkness

Unsure if I want it to end.

The daytime’s worse

Shaking at the thought I have to go outside

I lose control

One step and don’t feel like myself anymore

“I don’t want to go”, I keep telling myself

I wish someone could make me stay in.

Near all these people I feel so alone

I need to hurry up, can’t miss the closed door

Burning eyes

They’ll be here before I know

Make my way far in the back

Pretend I don’t exist once more.

If they’ll need an answer

The answer will be: “I can’t speak”

Can’t give what they’re asking for

I’m giving in again

Slowly crushing my own dreams

Getting lost in the stories I will never live.

Imaginary worlds

My only refuge these days

Where I can be myself and feel no pain

I wish reality was merely a fiction

So I could write an end

Before the hero turns into a villain.

~ A. A. Roman

[luneverse-blog]

The depthless space

Amongst her constellations

Lies unsaid wishes

° am

[luneverse-blog]

I pointed my hand up in the sky,

And aligned my fingers along the dotted lines.

Betting my heart's desire at a quick passerby

Relying solely on a rare sight

° am

[itsnot-fiona]

[luneverse-blog]

Maybe we're so desperate

Of  being loved, 

That we still looked at places,

we already knew 

it will never be there.

°am

[luneverse-blog]

It was just another rainy afternoon, maybe. But today, it was more gloomy, sullen. The sky seems to mirror and mock my drenched eyes. As the light drizzle barrage my flimsy umbrella with heavy bullets, I searched and pinned my eyes at the wooden chair along the bushes, not for a refuge but a spot to wallow.  Grabbing the pen at my pocket,I slumped myself and let the rain deafen the growing thump at my chest. I smiled under a deep sigh, and wrote at the corner of the paper.

"Am I one of your 'forgotten'?"

Well, maybe I am.

°am

#mirakee

#seven

[vomitingwords]

And I wonder,

how many—

aching moments

my heart

can endure,

before

it tastes

the love

it deserves

to have.

Stitches and Feelings // ma.c.a

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